Showing posts with label Song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Song. Show all posts

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Lullaby

Come sleep with me/Come dream with me/Come lock your heart away/Turn out the lights lighting up your mind/And pull the blinds out on the day/And we can sleep/And we can dream/And we can try to find/The particle of truth that lies/Somewhere deep inside

And restlessly turning/Silently lying/Your arm across me, my face next yours/Our sleep and our dreams open no doors/But we wait in the dark till the sky starts to fall/And we'll try hard to notice anything at all/A little glimmer of light/A harmonic of sound/A vague breath of air/The feel of the ground

And the dirt inbetween our toes/And the stuff that we all know we don't know/We'll sleep and we'll dream and we'll start to cry/Because we now know now, now we know why

Thursday, May 10, 2007

My Heart Will Always Be The Understudy For My Hurt

I've got a feeling/And it feels like a threat/And the taste on my lips/Is one I'd rather forget/Because sleeping brings dreams/Which bring me back to you/And I hate to be reminded of the worst time for me to lose

Not tonight/Not ever/Because when light ceases/So does life, and love/And everything that gave us our flavor/Just leave me alone in the cold/I think you'd be doing me a favor

I've got a feeling/And it feels like regret/And the sound of your voice/Is what my heart bled/But the blood keeps flowing/Wettens my sheets like a flood of emotion/And stains floor, and creeps under the door

Not tonight/Never, forever/Because the light is dimming/And the victims of love/Are spitting their regrets in my face/And if they can't put them into my head/My heart is the only other place

Thursday, January 04, 2007

I'm A Liability, Not Your Best Friend

I'm a liability, not your best friend/Little darling, hang with me, you'll probably come out dead/I'm liable to catch you in the crossfire/In the guns and lead/Loyalty is stupid when the world wants your best friend dead

Don't watch out for my best interests/I ain't looking out for yours/And please avoid sentimentality/It'll amount to nothing more/Than a few extra tears at my funeral/Or ask for mine at yours

I'm a liability, not your best friend/Little darling, hang with me, you'll probably come out dead/I'm liable to catch you in the crossfire/In the guns and lead/Loyalty is stupid when the world wants your best friend dead

Forget you ever met me/Forget we ever loved/You'll end up sacrificed/A poor, shot down dove/Put down the three red roses/I'll put down my gun/We'll both walk away from here/Without hurting anyone

I'm a liability, not your best friend/Little darling, hang with me, you'll probably come out dead/I'm liable to catch you in the crossfire/In the guns and lead/Loyalty is stupid when the world wants your best friend dead

Darling I'd love to hate you/Then it wouldn't be this way/We wouldn't be parting at heart-point/I wouldn't be hurting you this way/Remember, don't get sentimental/It'll take you down/Maybe you won't accept it now/When you're dead you'll come around

Friday, December 29, 2006

Misread By The CD Player Of Society

When we go down/We're not catching fire, we're putting ourselves out/And we aren't goth/Just a little dark on the insides/The ones we keep so close inside

I see you watching me/Staring into my corner, staring like it's a freak show/But you can't disguise the hungry look in your eye/I'm just too uneven for you/Too low socially, too high mentally/No, I don't fear being along/I'm loved by someone who's too good for airhead society/And longs to be accepted and one of you/But I don't fear being alone

We don't listen to your music/We don't buy your favorite brands of clothes or philosophy/And we have the means, just not the inclination to make our greatest wishes come true/We're too lazy to rule the world

I see you watching me/Staring into my corner, staring like it's a freak show/But you can't disguise the hungry look in your eye/I'm just too uneven for you/Too low socially, too high mentally/No, I don't fear being along/I'm loved by someone who's too good for airhead society/And longs to be accepted and one of you/But I don't fear being alone

We love too hard to be on of you/Unlike you, we can only tolerate the truth/You're fed on lies and styrofoam/While we manage to get by on life

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Smile, Princess Suzy

Oh, just smile/I want you to smile, princess Suzy/The lords and ladies are anxiously waiting/Oh smile lovely Suzy/Shower the kingdom in sunshine and roses/Smile, princess Suzy

Oh happy lovely Suzy/She's the Queen's little girl(God save the Queen!)/Dear precious Suzy/She's the King's whole world(God save the King!)/The hopeful princes gather/From out of far off lands/They all come together/To kiss her dainty hands/God save Princess Suzy!

But the princess Suzy/Is sad and dismayed/Her pretty pet piggy was shot in a glade/He was roaming in the forest, and was mistaken for a boar/Shot in the side, never to grunt no more/Smile princess Suzy, though thee be sad/And your pretty face/Shall make the world glad

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Smile On Ice

Whenever I see your smiling face/I have to smile myself/Because I love you, yes I do/But at the very moment when I smile at you/You turn my whole world blue/'Cause you're ice/You're cold/You're the one I want to hold/But if I do, I might freeze on you/And never
be able to let go

You're so beautiful/The world should obey whatever you say/But it won't, because nature doesn't work that way/But you can still freeze it, that's true/'Cause every time I look at you/My breath stings in my lungs/My heart skips a beat/My skin grows cold/But I'll never grow old/Because in those moments/I can feel time slowing down/The cold of your smile stops God's clock going round/The world stops for a moment/Then jumps back with a start/I can't take all this shuddering/It's making me come apart

Friday, December 01, 2006

Nothing Like You

Nothing kills like you/And the frost of your smile/You freeze my heart, tear me apart/Which is strange considering you would give anything to live my life/Being a rock star isn't a glory/It's just the world's way of punishing good musicians/Having the reporters ooh, ah, and jump over themselves/To tell the world what you were wearing when you ate dinner/And you can't make them go away/All I want is to sing to you each day/But one bad rhyme and the critics shoot me down/You don't buy my cds, cause you just listened to them to be hip/It ends the same if it's my feet that slip or my tongue/I'll try something different, because I want you to be happy/And I'm the one who has it all/Who'll never fall/And you're the one/Who's day is done/And you want my life/And I want you/But the tabloids say, "these are never true"/And my sad smile kills like you

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

My Flame, My Burn

I smell like smoke/Every time you come round/You're burning me up/I can tell because through the fire and flames/I always see you/You're the one/Every time I burn/You're oil on the flames/And you won't let me go/Because you don't even know you're holding onto me

You're burning me up/You're so hot/The heat's making me blush/Red on my cheeks/On fire in my heart/Burning up me up inside/Making me fall apart/You don't think of yourself as fire/Maybe the sea in winter/But the sea's boiling/And I'm drowning in you/Fire fills my lungs and the air I breath/When you enter the room/And the firemen have all gone home for the day/I never thought I'd feel this way/But oh the heat/Oh the flames

Please oh please/Let it rain/Put out this burning love and pain/But every time you walk into the room/You only stoke the fire more/But when night comes/You'll save me from the cold/I can freeze or I can burn/What can I do?/I can freeze or I can burn/I can't help being drawn to your flame/Freeze or burn/Let the cold claim me/Or pitch into the flame/I'm gonna burn, for calling your name

Friday, November 17, 2006

Someone Else's Song

I don't know how to start this song/All the beginnings have been taken/I'm the latest lovestruck lad/To decide to write a love song/But all of its been said before/All these words have been sung/Before they were original/This comes just after the last original one

You can guess at the love I feel for you/You hear it every day on the radio/And on your cds at home/I want to tell you in a way to impress/But every line I want to sing/Fall Out Boy has the copyright on/I can't put it into my own words/'Cause they were stolen out of my mouth before I even thought of them/This is someone else's song

What it comes down to/I love you very much/And I can't say it in a new way/Or one to hit the charts/'Cause this is just a teenage heartache/Loverboy's heartbreak song/But the words were wrote wrong/It's all already been said/This is someone else's song

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

A Song, Not A Lament

I'd have done something before/If I'd only known/But time trudges on/And hopes flutter down/To land upon the dirt/With hardly a sound

I should've seen it coming/Should've read the signs/Understood what was being said/With those trifling words/If only, if only/I could have heard/But time trudges on/And hopes flutter down/To land upon the dirt/With hardly a sound

Maybe we'll meet again someday/In a foreign city, far away/Or maybe at the coffee shop down the street/I would give it all to heaven, should we meet/But time trudges on/And hopes flutter down/To land upon the dirt/With hardly a sound

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Little Girl With The Dusky Eyes

Hey little girl/With the dusky eyes/Holding inside her secret surprise/Hey little girl/Your innocence blinds/Hold it, keep it, deep inside/As you grow and start to know/Of all the dark and terror/Don't forget the little girl inside/Who watched the world with dusky eyes

Friday, October 20, 2006

I got you roses or Dead boy's dying gift

(this is a song I wrote last night)

Girl, I got you roses/Your favorites/Blue and white/Or that's how they
look to me/I'm fading/But girl I got you roses/Picked them myself/Got pricked by a thorn/I'm bleeding/Hey girl, roses/I wanted to show you my love with roses/Hey girl, I got you roses/I'm dying

It is, as far as I can make out, about a shy boy with a terminal illness, and on the day when he is certain, absolutely certain, that he will die, he goes out and picks some roses for the girl he loved, and he can only do that on his dying day because he was too shy to tell her he loved her before.